Authors Note: Sorry that I just posted it then deleted it again but I realised I hadn't put any thanks in for all the people who reviewed the chapter. The response was better than I could ever have anticipated, thank you. I really appreciate the time taken for you to do this, so here is the 2nd part, sorry for the delay but my modem has completely died so I'm currently using my parents internet. I should be able to get up to uni tomorrow to post the 3rd part. Well enough of my babbling, here's the what you've been waiting for...
An hour later he was standing on her doorstep, bouquet in hand, knocking on her door. He heard her walking up the hall to the door, his heart jumped into his mouth and he couldn't breath again. Too late to turn back now.
She opened the door and his jaw hit his shoes. She looked beautiful. The green dress she was wearing only served to accentuate all her curves and highlight her deep blue eyes with a green sheen. The halter fastening displayed her ample chest to perfection, yet left enough to the imagination. The colour emphasised the paleness of her skin. He hadn't realised he was staring until she spoke.
"Are they for me Sir?" she asked, pointing to the flowers in his hand.
This shook him out of his trance.
"Yes they are," he said handing them to her "My God Sam, you look amazing."
She blushed. She always did when he called her Sam. "Would you like to come in while I put them in some water?"
He nodded and stepped into the house. She closed the door behind him and walked to the kitchen. His breath caught again. The dress was backless. The pale softness of her back was on display to the world, on display to him. He had never seen so much of her skin at one time and the sight was awe-inspiring.
He quickly followed her into the kitchen. He sat at the breakfast bar and watched her as she filled the vase and arranged the flowers. She turned and stood opposite him on the other side of the breakfast bar.
"I've got something for you too." She said, lifting a small box from under the table, pushing it towards him. He lifted the lid and inside lay a single white rose on a bed of peridot velvet. When he looked up from the simple but beautiful gift she was standing in front of him. She lifted the rose, kissed it lightly and placed it in his left lapel button hole, as close to his heart as she could. She stood back and said; "Now you're ready to go."
He was staring again but she didn't seem to mind. She was staring back. Baby blues locked with sumptuous brown. He broke the gaze before he did something stupid, he had a plan and he was going to follow it but that simple act of kissing the rose had almost been his undoing.
"You ready to go? He said, standing up.
"Yes Sir, just need to pick up my purse on the way out."
"Well then, let's go. Ladies first." He said as he swept his arm in the direction of the door.
"Thank you Sir" she said as she walked out of the room. Once again he found himself breathless. As she walked the dress fell to the sides and exposed her long, well-shaped legs. "My God" he thought "I'm going to have a heart attack before I get to the party at this rate."
He followed her and waited on the porch as she locked the door. He offered her his arm and walked her to the truck and opened the door for her. She climbed in, offering him another look at her legs as she did. He had to stop himself from reaching for her there and then. He closed the door and walked round to the drivers' side. He took a deep breath and thought, "Here goes everything", then climbed in and started the engine.
P.S Thanks again!